The Key West Citizen Newspaper, September 24, 1952, Page 10

Pagel0 THE KEY WEST CITIZEN Wednesday, September 24, 1952 BARNEY GOOGLE AND SNUFTY SMITH TH LEETLE ANGELS SHORE DO MAKE A BIG DIFFER'NCE (J IN A HOME OH, SHORE! (MIN FAVOR OF YOUNG-UNS, CRICKET-- EPeI THINK IT'LL DO LEETLE EBENEEZER TH' WORLD 0' GOOD TO HAVE A PLAYMATE, AUNT I COULD LISTEN TO IT ALL DAy-T HOPE YOU WILL SING WHEN YOU RETURN FROM = OH- \/ THANK ‘ YOU - YOU'LL PARDON ME - BUT MAY I SAY HOW I ENJOY YOUR SINGING? WHAT A MELODIOUS \oice! WHAT CULTURE// IT'S DIVINE - MRS. JIGGS- MAY T SPEAK - By Fred Lasswell By George Meier) THAT T WiLi= WELL=-I T Be OFF TO OO MY , SHOPPING ! By Tom Sims and B. Zaboly You LA LETS WEIGH HIM FIRST! TLL CATCH A DENIZEN es SO BIG WE'LL USE ONE OF HIS SCALES FOR AN AIRDORT !! > ze LOOK AT THE THIS IS THE DORM PF WHERE WE'RE TO STAY DURING My * \ } ! I } (Nal 4 GET CLEAR, MAIZIE! RIDE OFF TO SAFETY! THOSE TENDERFEET CAN'T TURN ‘EM, PANCHO! IT'S Guy,’— He's GOT ‘catuies CAMPUS! WE CANT LET OUR DARING DEATH, CISCO CHARGES FORWARD TO HEAD OFF THE AVALANCHE OF FEAR- MADDENED BEASTS, OZARK IKE SSE ay) THLUTTLE SHORT- TWO AWAY IN THE LAST OF TH THIRTEENTH, AND LOOK WHO'S PINCH- HITTING FORTH BUGS... ON A FAST BALLS A PoP-uP OOWN TH” RIGHT .« FIELD | TH FIRST BASEMAN, SECOND BASEMAN AND RIGHT FIELDER ARE | and I can fix Chapter 13 ce accepted Bingham’s offer gracefully and gratefully. “That's amazingly fine of you, sir,” he said pleasantly, “and if I do decide to take a shot at it, Tll certainly take full advantage of your kindness. Right at the mo- ment, though,” he smiled rue- fully, “I need help of another kind. All of my luggage was stolen in St. Louis and I’m sadly in need of a change of clothes. Would there be any merchant on} board with a stock of goods who’d Sell me a shirt or two and maybe some pants ané bogts?” Bingham burst forth in a roar of laughter. “It never fails,” he roared. “I'd stumble across some business if I was cast away on a rock in the middle of the Atlan- tic! Why, Mr. Bennett, I’ve got bales and boxes and barrels of gear stowed on the lower deck ‘ou up with just what ; ow need. Not,” he admitted, “that it will be the kind of ciothes you're wearin’ now. There’s little ¢all for "em on the border and I don’t stock ’em. But I can fix you up with won! ee and jaliahioess nts and boots heavy enough to Fick a bull over Acres with, That's what you'll be needin’ when you get to Westport—espe- cially if you go into the Santa Fe trade.” An hour later the silk-shirted, dark-coated Kentucky horseman had been transformed into a typi- cal frontiersman. His hat was a heavy black felt with a wide brim and a low circular crown. His | Tough wool shirt was thé fiery red of the border, and his dark worsted trousers were tucked into , high leather boots that were, as Bingham had promised, heavy enough to kick a bull over a barn. Even the bloodstained sword cane had vanished, to be replaced by a holstered pistol that hung low on his right hip and_ rubbed | against his leg as he walked. His tour of the boat with Bing- ham had made him reasonably | certain that there was no one aboard he had ever seen before, with the exception of Sally Du- pré, As for Sally, he was under no misapprehension as to the very real and definite danger that charming young lady represented. The sooner he came to an under- standing with her, the better it would be. The afterdeck was crowded with cabin passengers basking in the thin May sunlight. Sally, de- murely dressed in black silk and lace, was responding pleasantly yet soberly to the half-dozen men who had gathered about her at the rail. She looked up at Clay, her lips curving into a faint ghost of a smile as he approached. “Good afternoon, Mr.—Ben- nett.” There had been the briefest Possible pause before she pro- nounced his assumed name. “It was good fo you to come looking or me.” Clay bowed stiffly, aware that she was mocking him and finding it oh experience that roweled his soul. “The pleasure is mine,” he said coldly. “Would it be convenient for you ‘now to discuss the mat- ters you mentioned yesterday? ,She made a littie grimace of | distaste, bat moved away from the raliing, peusing to smile at the circie of men about her. “Tf you will excuse ms, gentle- men?” she said. “Mr. Bennett at l have a matter nf business that I fear we musi not delay.” “We'll go out on the foredeck,” Clay suggested. “It’s usually de- serted.” The soredeck Ss ne had pee seen, was completely’ emp’ !passengers. Benches had been built. along the rail that encircled the deck, and Sally seated herself at the extreme bow of the boat jand motioned Clay to sit bessde her. He was still angry and sat down without speaking, waiting for her to explain her actions of the night before. V THEN he turned to look at her he saw that the demureness she had worn like a cloak on the afterdeck had failen away, and she was smiling at him with eyes filled with mockery and amuse- ment. “You're quite displeased with me, aren’t you?” she asked lightly. “I've seen situations I liked better,” he admitted. “How does the it happen you're traveling be Missouri alone—without An “André is dead,” she said slow- ly. “He died only a few hours be- fore I left Memphis on this boat.” She saw Clay’s eyes widen in astonishment, “A few hours before you left? Surely, there must have been un- usual circumstances, .. .” She nodded slowly. “There were,” she assured him, “Very unusual circumstances.” She hesitated. considering the man before her, deciding how best to fit him into her half- formed plans. “I think I'd better tell you a story. It won't take long, and it will—it will explaina lot of things.” Quietly, almost impersonally, she told Clay about Regan and about Meisendorf. Briefly recon- structing the actual events from the meager facts she knew, she sketched in the fight in the attic of the house in Memphiseand the flaming torch that house had be- both Regan and had She peused, studying thoughtfuliy. “And then,” she said, “you pyc pat on board under an wiee ona an — as we're pu sway from levee I find tat you've just mur- dered Biatne Shepley!” Clay stood and faced her. “Just where do you spans oy come into il me ioshiog about your ame being your smiled as et ly as she were inviting him to escort her to her carriage. “You're going to take Blaine anes lace and bring me back that gold!” (Te be eontinsed) (OUSE for sale or tent. @ rooms and large sunporch. 0 ‘acres West Crim 8 ot mies irom Hinekiey a Peat hy Tic per line for one day Ve per line for three days Wc per line for six days 9c per line for twelve days 8c per line for twenty-four days Minimum of 3 lines per insertion The Key West Citizen EE ad